Hours later, the sun baked down on their sweat-slicked bodies. They had slithered into different positions as they snacked from the picnic basket. Quinn's head still rested in the niche of Rober's legs with his half-hard cock pressed against her ear. Skein had slipped off her to avoid crushing her, but he seemed content to keep his own chin cradled by her thighs. Every time he moved, his short hairs of his scruff tickled her sensitive pussy and his breath watched over her skin every few seconds.
They were all covered in sex and sweat. It filled the air around them and Quinn kept closing her eyes to enjoy the heady mixture that blended with the wildflowers that surrounded them. She held a bottle of lager in one hand and a half-eaten strawberry in the other. The taste of the juicy fruit danced on her tongue, mixing in with the half-remembered taste of Rober's cock.
Rober chuckled and stared at the few clouds in the brilliantly blue sky. “Well, this isn't what I had in mind.”
“Really?” asked Skein, the movement of his talking sent little waves of pleasure through Quinn's pussy. “Because you spent last night talking about how you couldn't wait to ride her ass.”
Quinn smiled, it was fun to hear the two talk to each other.
“Yes, but was I balls deep in her ass? Have I seen her sexy ring stretched around my cock?”
She clenched her muscles, trying to imagine something longer and thicker than Rober's tongue against her sphincter.
“No, I wasn't. So, not where I wanted.”
“You already know a virgin can't take it up the ass. It takes time, finesse, patience—”
“A really good tongue,” said Rober.
Quinn giggled. She could still remember how good it felt with Rober's face buried in her buttocks. She squirmed slightly and let out a long breath.
“Well,” Skein said with a sniff, “someone sure liked it.”
“Oh?” Rober said lifting his head.
“I can smell her cunt already.”
Quinn blushed and then nodded at Rober's silent question. “It… felt good.”
“How good?” Rober spoke quicker, his cock growing against the side of her head. “Really good? Sexy?”
“Good enough to try it?” Skein said. “Rober really want that ass. It was made for his cock.”
Rober's hardness plucked at her hair.
Quinn thought about the shaking orgasm and the way she splattered against Skein's cock. The hum still shook inside her, the two men weren't able to keep going, though Skein had kept her primed with the occasional finger into her sloppy cunt.
She glanced at Rober. The older man's eyes were wide and his lips parted. He nodded, as if to encourage to her to answer.
“Dearest Quinn,” Skein started, “remember. Anal fucking hurts. It takes a while to get used to it.”
She shivered at the thought of being impaled from both ends. It warmed her up, more than the sun against her pale skin. “But it would feel good sooner or later, right?”
Skein shrugged, but Rober nodded vigorously.
“Then… let's try it.”
Both men froze. Rober spoke first. “W-What?”
Quinn pushed herself up. Dried cum caked off her breasts and slithered down in the sweat that had gathered on her pale breasts and pink nipples. There were a few splatters of strawberry juices that marked her face, throat, and chest. She glanced at the pond next to them and nodded toward it. “Maybe in the water? Would that help?”
Rober was already standing, his cock hard and erect as he held out his hand.
Skein chuckled and sat up himself. “Like a boy in the candy shop.”
“Hey, you find a girl who wants to take up the ass on the first date.”
“I did, remember?”
“Okay, Skein, she was going to cheat on you eventually. Besides, it really wasn't cheating when we shared her.”
Quinn got up to her feet. She felt hot and excited, her juices were already dribbling down her thighs. “Like you did with me? In… in my mouth?”
Skein joined them. “No, we held her up with me in her pussy and Rober fucking her ass. She came so hard, she screamed and the city guard came to check on us.”
“Yeah,” Rober chuckled, “really hard to explain things when you had the guard captain's daughter impaled on your cock, screaming her head off and trying to summon every god she could think of.”
Quinn shivered at the thought. “That sounds… fun.”
Skein raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
She nodded as she held out her hand and stepped over to the pond. Skein took it and helped her down as she sank into the cool waters. It was a relief against the heated sun; she could tell that she had burned her skin as they sprawled out after the last round of sex. The cool water against her heated pussy felt like it should have steamed, but she bobbed back and swam across the short distance with her nipples sticking out of the rippling waters.
“Fuck, that's sexy,” said Rober before he jumped in.
Skein joined them and the three swam for a few minutes, sluicing off the dried cum and sex from their bodies.
Eventually, Rober came up behind her and slipped his muscular arms around her arm. His wet lip caressed her ear as his hard cock slid against her thigh. “Are you sure? I'll be gentle.”
Skein, hair plastered against his face, bobbed a few feet away. “And if that ass of hers is too tight?”
“Then I clean it off—” Rober cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples. “—and finish up in the prettiest bare pussy I have ever seen.”
Quinn moaned and leaned into him, enjoying the comfort of his arms and the warmth that bubbled inside her. It didn't matter how cool the water was, she was already hot for him.
“Ready, sexy?”
Quinn nodded.
“Up on the shore? Right over there.”
She let him guide her to the shore of the pond. There was a spot where she could brace her elbows on the grass along a outcropping but the rest of her body remained in the water. She settled into place, happy to find that the firm ground underneath it hadn't been eroded by the water. Already knowing what he wanted, she spread her legs and braced herself.
“By the Twelve Gods, you have the most perfect of asses.”
“She doesn't want to hear about it.”
“Yes, she does.” Rober ran his hands along the firm curves, tracing along her hips, down to her thighs and then up against her inner skin before pulling apart her cheeks. The cool air swirled against her sphincter and she cooed at the sensation. When he released them, they bounced back into place despite the water.
“I'm going to be gentle, okay?”
She moaned and closed her eyes, pressing her face against the hot grass and lifting her ass up to where she expected his cock to be ready. Their bodies touched, his length boiling hot despite the cold.
“Eager,” he said with a broken voice. He spread her cheeks again, this time holding her open as he twisted his hip. It only took a second for his narrow cock to press against her sphincter, the searing tip poised to enter her last virginal hole.
Rober trembled with need, but he appeared to be holding himself back. “Now, you need to tell me if it hurts. I'll pull out, okay?”
Skein chuckled from behind them. “Rober acts just like me, all gentle and caring. At least until he's in you.”
Rober grunted. “Skein? Shut up.”
Skein laughed before swimming up to the shore. He crawled out. Quinn opened her eyes to see him move past her on his hands and knees. His hard cock, the one that brought her so much pleasure, stood straight down as he did. She smiled to herself and licked her lips. She wanted both of them again.
Behind her, Rober panted as he pressed his cock against her sphincter. It was a light touch at first, a little pressure and then water rushing back in. He returned with a little more force.
It felt good and she moaned to encourage him.
He returned, rocking his hips as his narrow-headed cock easily caught her anal opening and pressed against it. It was slow, only a beat every few seconds, but soon she could feel the tight ring being pushed in by the force of his thrusts.
Quinn moaned and wiggled her ass. “Harder,” she whispered.
“I don't want—”
“Harder,” she said again, pushing back on his cock.
Rober grunted and increased the pressure, tapping against her ass. The slickness of his cock head started to penetrate her, sliding into the tight opening where his tongue had formerly gone. The pressure felt good, every movement seemed to caress her insides and she could only feel pleasure as he obeyed.
She grunted and pushed back, spreading her legs as far apart as possible. Her entire body shifted back and forth, splashing the water around her breasts as she leaned into the shore.
Rober grunted with his effort. His narrow cock slid into her past the head, the swollen tip popping inside her sphincter with every thrust. When he pulled out, there was a cool rush of water before his cock slid back in.
He was gentle but Quinn wanted more, she could handle it. She clutched the shore and spoke up between the thrusts. “Harder. Please.”
“I—”
“Harder,” she repeated with a pant.
He gripped her hips tightly, his wrists on the curve of her ass. With a grunt, he pulled back and then drove in hard. Five centimeters of cock impaled her in a single stroke.
Quinn's pussy tightened with a tiny orgasm. She moaned and bit the ground. “Fuck!”
“Did I—”
“Harder!” She needed more, desperately needed it. Her entire world had focused on the cock inside her, but it was just as good as when Skein impaled her pussy. “Fuck me. Fuck me!”
“You heard the girl, Rober.” She looked up to see Skein sprawled out on the grass in front of her, stroking his cock as he watched. He was beautiful, muscular and powerful.
Quinn licked her lips and stared at his cock. As she parted them slightly, she shoved back on Rober's cock.
Rober dug his hands into her narrow waist and held her tight. He yanked back and jammed his cock hard into her. There was no pain, no tight resistance, only the long rush of pleasure as he buried almost his entire length into her tight passage. He grunted and pulled out, thrusting deep with hard strokes.
“Fuck,” he gasped, “she's taking it.”
“You aren't giving her enough,” grunted Skein as he pumped his cock faster.
“I'll. Give. Her. Some!” With every word, Rober rammed his cock into her ass, impaling her completely. The ridges of his length teased her insides, scraping against her delicate nerves and sending more pleasure coursing through her veins. She moaned and cried out for more, begging actually.
Rober continued to drive into her, his words falling underneath grunts as he hammered her ass with rapid strokes. The sound of his hips slapping against her buttocks was nothing compared to the churning of the water or her own guttural moans that ripped from her throat.
There was no pain. She thought there would be, but he couldn't even reach her limits. Just a hot hardness sliding in and out, fucking her until an orgasm started to build.
Skein pumped harder and faster, matching Rober's strokes.
Quinn lifted her gaze and looked at his face until he looked back. Then she shook her head and pointedly opened her mouth.
Skein froze. “R-Really?”
She nodded, unable to trust her voice. Moans slipped from her throat as she beckoned for him. She wanted to taste him, to have that beautiful cock inside her mouth. Before, she wasn't able to handle it, but on her hands and knees, she thought she could keep it buried where it belonged, in the back of her throat.
Skein crawled forward, his cock drooling with pre-cum.
Quinn waited, her entire body shaking violently as Rober hammered her ass. She loved every stroke. She loved how the water rushed around them and how Rober's balls smacked against her clitoris with every stroke. It was hard and powerful, dominating. She clenched her sphincter and then almost came as the friction increased.
Skein nestled in front of her, one leg on each side of her head.
“Lucky. Bastard.” grunted Rober.
Quinn didn't give Skein a chance to respond. She took the swollen tip in her mouth and drove down, using Rober's thrusts to guide the cock deep into her mouth. Skein was thick and her lips stretched around it, but it felt right as it thumped against the back of her throat.
“Fuck!” bellowed Skein. He grabbed the grass around his thighs, ripping up the ground as he shuddered.
Rober's cock swelled inside her.
Quinn moaned and bobbed down. The swollen head hit the back of her throat, but there was still half of it outside of her mouth. She didn't experience any gagging or discomfort. Like when Skein had her impaled, it felt like she could easily take him. This time, she lifted her head between Rober's strokes, drawing her lips along the thick ridges and veins.
When Rober slammed into her, she bobbed down. The cock slammed against the back of her throat, but she could take more. She shoved down and felt it start to push into her throat.
She bobbed up, impaling herself on the cock buried in her ass, and then shoved down again. The cock head lodged itself into her throat until she pulled it out with a pop.
“C-Careful!” Skein said.
She lifted her head and impaled it again, matching the force of the man behind her. The sensation of being filled from both ends brought another orgasm but she needed more. She bobbed harder, forcing the cock head deeper as she aimed to take his entire length into her mouth.
Skein moaned, his eyes rolling in his head. He thrust with his hips, but it was nothing compared Quinn's swallowing his length.
Rober grunted and drove harder. There was only a token resistance left inside her. She took his length easily, with no limits of hos far she could handle. There was no inner gate, no inner wall that stopped him. His cock buried to the balls. With every impact, flashes of pleasure filled her.
But it wasn't enough.
Quinn grunted and thrust her face down against Skein's cock. The cock head lodged itself in her throat, but she didn't lift. Instead, she ground down, pushing past the slight discomfort until it suddenly popped inside her throat. Her mouth slid down his length, the ridges of his swollen cock tickling her lips and lapping against her tongue as she inched her way to his base, burying her nose into the thick patch of dark hair at his base.
“F-Fuck!” growled Skein and Rober, she wasn't sure anymore.
She lifted her head only a centimeter and drove down again, smashing her face against his abdomen as she tried to take more into her mouth. His balls tickled her bottom lip, but it wasn't enough. She needed more, she craved it.
His cock swelled in her mouth just as Rober's cock grew in her ass. Both men began to grunt. When Rober's thrusts grew erratic, Quinn bobbed faster and harder on Skein's, repeatedly swallowing his length without giving herself a chance to breathe.
Her orgasm caught up with her in a white-hot flame that rolled through her body. She dug her hands into Skein's hips and screamed out but no noise came from her stuffed throat. Instead, she ground her face into Skein's balls and swallowed as hard as she could, trying to make the man orgasm before she had to pull up.
It wasn't until black spots began to swim across her vision that she relent and pull his swollen shaft from her throat. A splatter of cum painted against her throat as she let it go, thick streamers of saliva connecting their bodies. She gasped, drinking in the scent of cum and sweat and man.
Rober was holding to her hips, grinding his hips against her ass as he came inside her. She could feel the heated jets surging inside her, filling her with his seed.
She smiled and opened her mouth.
Skein held out. “No! No, more. I…” His voice was cracked. “I came so hard already. I-I can't take more.”
Quinn licked her lips and tasted cum on her tongue. She smiled and licked again, cleaning it off her. She clenched her sphincter around Rober's cock and let out a long moan. “I like that.”
“You, dearest Quinn, are the most amazing woman I have ever met.”
“Me, too,” Rober said as he slumped against her back. His cock slipped out of her ass and a flood of cum bloomed in the water.
She knew that some of her own juices had mixed in with it and she grinned. The feeling of her liquid orgasm, the spray of juices, felt natural to her know. Like it was her purpose in life.
She looked up at the exhausted man and then down to his limp cock. She wanted more. She wanted it hard and ready to impale her once again. Her orgasm was only the first and she knew there were far more inside her.
But, not today. She rested her chin against his length and moaned softly. “I like that.”
Rober slipped off her and bobbed in the water. He came up next to her with wide eyes. “Who are you?”
“I'm—”
“No, I mean I've never had anyone, virgin or not, take it up the ass like that. It was… it was… beautiful.” He smiled and slipped his arm around her and pulled her into a kiss.
She moaned and kissed him back, sliding against her skin. “I want more,” she whispered.
Rober pulled back. “I… can't.” He glanced down at his shaft. “I need a few minutes… maybe an hour?”
Quinn's shoulders slumped. “I have to go back.”
“Tomorrow?” Skein asked.
Quinn nodded. “Yes… tomorrow. Maybe, you can both?”
Rober chuckled. “You mean like before? Because I'd love to come in that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Yes,” she said, “but also in my pussy and my ass. I want to try that.”
“You're still horny?” Skein said with surprise.
Quinn couldn't explain it. She needed more. It wasn't enough, though it was pleasurable. A craving had woken up inside her and a small part of her wondered if both men were capable of fulfilling it. She responded with a simple nod.
Rober sighed and then chuckled. “Next time, I'm going to get one of those potions that lets you go all night. Sooner or later, we'll fuck her into unconsciousness.”
Quinn couldn't wait.